I'th'morning I to thee with choice

Will rank my pray'rs, and watch till thou appear.

For thou art not a God that takes

In wickedness delight,

Evil with thee no biding makes,

Fools or mad men stand not within thy fight.

All workers of iniquity

Thou hat'ft; and them unblest

Thou wilt destroy that speak a ly;

The bloody' and guileful man God doth deteft.

But I will in thy mercies dear

Thy numerous mercies go

Into thy house; I in thy fear

Will tow'rds thy holy temple worship low.

Lord lead me in thy righteousness,

Lead me because of those

That do observe if I transgress,

Set thy ways right before, where my step goes.
For in his faltring mouth unstable

No word is firm or footh;

Their infide, troubles miserable;

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An open grave their throat, their tongue they smooth.

God, find them guilty, let them fall

By their own counfels quell'd;

Push them in their rebellions all

Still on; for against thee they have rebell'd.

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Then all who trust in thee shall bring

Their joy, while thou from blame

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Defend'st them, they shall ever sing

And shall triumph in thee, who love thy name.
For thou Jehovah wilt be found

To bless the just man still,

As with a fhield thou wilt furround

Him with thy lasting favor and good will.

PSA L. VI. Aug. 13. 1653.

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ORD in thine anger do not reprehend me,
Nor in thy hot displeasure me correct;
Pity me, Lord, for I am much deject,

Am very weak and faint; heal and amend me:
For all my bones, that ev'n with anguish ake,

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Are troubled, yea my foul is troubled fore, And thou, O Lord, how long? turn Lord, restore My foul, O fave me for thy goodness fake:

For in death no remembrance is of thee;

Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise? ΙΟ
Wearied I am with fighing out my days,

Nightly my couch I make a kind of fea;
My bed I water with my tears; mine eye
Through grief confumes, is waxen old and dark
I'th' midft of all mine enemies that mark.

Depart all ye that work iniquity,

Depart from me, for the voice of my weeping

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The Lord hath heard, the Lord hath heard my pray'r, My fupplication with acceptance fair

The Lord will own, and have me in his keeping. 20

Mine enemies fhall all be blank and dafh'd

With much confusion; then grown red with shame, They shall return in hafte the way they came, And in a moment shall be quite abash'd.

P SA L. VII. Aug. 14. 1653.

Upon the words of Chufh the Benjamite against him.

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ORD my God to thee I fly,

Save me and fecure me under

Thy protection while I cry,
Left as a lion (and no wonder)
He hafte to tear my foul afunder,
Tearing and no rescue nigh.

Lord my God if I have thought
Or done this, if wickedness

Be in my hands, if I have wrought
Ill to him that meant me peace,
Or to him have render'd less,
And not free'd my foe for nought;

Let th' enemy pursue my foul

Rise Jehovah in thine ire,

Rouse thyself amidst the rage

Of my foes that urge like fire;

And wake for me, their fury' afswage;
Judgment here thou didst engage
And command which I defire.

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Judge me Lord, be judge in this
According to my righteousness,

And the innocence which is

Upon me: cause at length to cease

Of evil men the wickedness

And their pow'r that do amiss.

But the just establish fast,

Since thou art the just God that tries
Hearts and reins. On God is caft
My defense, and in him lies,
In him who both just and wise
Saves th'upright of heart at last.

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God is a juft judge and severe,

And God is every day offended;

If the unjust will not forbear,

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His fword he whets, his bow hath bended
Already, and for him intended'

The tools of death, that waits him near.

(His arrows purposely made he

For them that persecute.)

He travels big with vanity,

Behold

Trouble he hath conceiv'd of old
As in a womb, and from that mold
Hath at length brought forth a lie.

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He digg'd a pit, and delv'd it deep,

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